Chapter 27

Grace stayed indoors for three days.

During those three days, she did nothing but paint.

Pain, sorrow, anger–too many bad emotions poured out of Grace onto the blank canvases.

“Camille, are you doing okay in Becrenga? I dried some oranges and grapefruits for you and packed them up. Andy will send them over soon. I heard Osmal City was really dry, so remember to drink tea often to soothe your throat. I’m praying for you here in Clastein.”

In the darkness, only the faint glow of her phone screen lit up

the room.

It was a voice message from her landlady, Mary Clayton. Grace curled up on the floor, listening to it over and over.

“Mom,” Grace murmured unconsciously.

Truthfully, all her understanding of the word “mother” came from this middle–aged woman far away in Clastein.

She missed the chamomile–scented warmth of Mary’s hands, the mouth–puckeringly sour codfish with tomato sauce, the sun–dried but still colorful fruits…

The doorbell rang.

up, wrapped in a thick blanket, and went to

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never met before and the familiar Simon.

together?” Grace frowned.

his head. “No. This is Mrs. Parrish’s lawyer. I’m here

seemed they wouldn’t give up until this was

Grace didn’t shut the door on them.

two bottles of expensive

men.

make it quick.” Grace sat cross–legged on the sofa,

shares, originally belonging to Mrs. Parrish and Ms. Naomi Parrish. There’s also a cashier’s check, as well

asked me to convey that they knew these things meant little to you, but this was their way of making amends. Whether you accept them or not, they’re already

Parrish

Simon also pulled out a thick stack

Parrish, these are all the assets of the

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“What do you mean? Is Mr. Kaufman also stepping

Simon hesitated, unsure how to respond.

Antonio’s weak voice

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